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[Kid Frost]
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We toss the heinas in the back, through the sun rooftop
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Blowin big out green, check out my gangsta tint
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Me and King T, with a fifth of Hennessey
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And the homey Kurupt about to blow shit up
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So roll shit up, if you got a sack of that good
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Have you trippin like some sherm when we bounce through yo' hood
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We make it happen, from the nickel plate to the platinum
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It's real shit, think of it, just musical rappin
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[Kurupt]
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Check it out
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I'ma tell you what it is when you're fuckin with a gangsta like me
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Throw some gold feet on the MC
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Bounce up and down the street with a trunk full of beats
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Swervin up a one-way, dippin on a Sunday
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Not givin a fuck nigga Frost and Kurupt
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Nigga motherfuck a bitch nigga, dip and hit a switch nigga
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Whatchu wann' do, blaze a ounce with a nigga
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Blaze up a stick and bounce with a nigga
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You fuckin with some outlaws
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(gangstas/what) packin on pistolas
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Eses load up, with them East side soldiers
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Roll up a fat one and pass it around
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Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town
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{repeat 2X}
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[King T]
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Man let the summer begin
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The heat excites the east siders
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Ain't nothin but G's and lowriders
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Dippin in the tightest, indoed out, benzoed out
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Fool we got the Henn no doubt
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My friends show out, we stack up ends and roll out
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Make sure the chronic smoke blows out
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Them tricks got no clout, cause they hatin how we serve it
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Don't test T-Loc it ain't worth it, I serve it
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[Kurupt]
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I'm tired of these bitch made niggaz
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Actin like they comin through with hammers and triggers
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I'll pull your whole card, nigga you ain't hard
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Your homey's a bitch on the left with dick on his breath
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I make fo's hop, what the fuck do you do
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I done smacked around bitch niggaz just like you
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A gangsta's a gangsta and that's all I'll be
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What you wanna do homey, chest blew through homey
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You fuckin with some outlaws
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(gangstas/bitch) packin on pistolas
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Eses load up, with them East side soldiers
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Roll up a fat one and pass it around
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Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town
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{repeat 2X}
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[Kurupt]
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Get high, fuck erything I'm blastin on site
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Throwin up the hood for life
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Movin in loco-motion, heated cause it's on
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These niggaz done came through and invaded the zone
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[Kid Frost]
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Now ain't no mercy when we dealin with these putos
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Ask the homey Kurupt, he said the feelin is mutual
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We lay em down on site, on GP
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Hit em up for la raza and for DPG
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[Kurupt]
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I got a cannon for the bustaz, fuck the world
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Gangstas and cascades, perms and curls
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The M-16's bitches, 16 switches
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Impalas, drops and pop collars
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[King T]
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And ain't nuttin changed, still standin by the bar
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Drunk as a motherfucker, shinin like a star
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And if you took a glance let me tell you what you saw
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A god damn fool, yes yes y'all
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You fuckin with some outlaws
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(gangstas/..) packin on pistolas
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Eses load up, with them East side soldiers
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Roll up a fat one and pass it around
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Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town
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{repeat 2X}
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Outlaws
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Kurupt |